Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 11:12:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Edna Martinez
Subject: Edna's Weakness 2 (Revised)
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Chapter 2 (The Dream)
I was slowly falling to an abyss and I couldn't do anything about it. Why
not boys? At least, that would have made me normal. But then again I had
never been normal, I was as far from normal as one can get. I had to find
the root of the problem; I was a girl, so I thought, maybe if I study my
body and examine myself closely, I would understand my obsession with the
female anatomy.
That night, alone in my bedroom I decided to take a closer look at my
self. I took off my pajama and went to my bathroom naked except for my
panties which I kept on. I had a pretty good size mirror which allowed me
to see myself up to my knees.
My body was very feminine looking, a little on the pale side, but very
feminine. I stared at my body for at least thirty minutes, twisting,
spinning and turning. "What could it be?", I thought. I examined my
breasts closely; they had an average size of girls my age. My nipples were
a very light pink almost pale looking. They were about the size of a silver
dollar in diameter. One thing that I had noticed about my nipples was that
they would grow about a full inch, and would get rock hard as pebbles
whenever I was in school, especially when I was in the gym watching the
girls playing volleyball (my latest hobby). I couldn't figure out why.
Then it all started coming back to me. There was something else that
happened to me as I watched the girl's volleyball team, a funny and somehow
different sensation; it was in my lower regions; a warmth deep in my belly
and a glowing in my vagina...almost like an itch, a very weird sensation.
As I lost track of my thoughts while observing myself in the mirror, the
images that I had recorder earlier, started reeling in, almost like a slide
show....... Megan stretching and doing the split before practice; Lisa's
plump ass bouncing as she ran warm up laps... The sink made a gurgling
noise and I snapped back to reality; as I refocused on the mirror again, I
noticed my nipples, they were standing erect at full attention, protruding
almost an inch, they looked a bit darker, and when I touched them, they
were hard as a rock.
As I continued the examination, I noticed that the itching in my crotch was
also very present, I felt as if my vagina was glowing; so I rolled my
panties all the way to my ankles and left them there. I stood up and
approached the mirror, trying to accommodate for a better look. This was
the first time I had taken interest in my private parts and how they
looked. >From my standing point it was hard to really examine my crotch
area, so I stepped out of my panties, went back to my room and dragged a
chair into the bathroom, and placed it directly in front of the mirror. I
sat down and pulled myself the closest that I could to the mirror, being
careful not to get the nearsighted effect obstructing my vision.
I spread my legs and brought my hand to my vagina placing two fingers on
each side of it, attempting to spread my genitals open for a better look.
The first thing I noticed was the heat emanating from my crotch area, it
was glowing; I thought if I got any closer to the mirror, I would've fogged
it. My vagina was very slick, I thought maybe from sweat, but I wasn't
sweating; plus this slickness was thicker than sweat and somewhat sticky.
After a couple of minutes fumbling to spread my lips, I decided to slide to
the edge of the chair and place my left foot on the wall next to the
mirror. As a result my legs were splayed wide open and I had free access to
my vagina. As I pried my lips open, there was a squelching sound, and I
noticed strings of the sticky liquid stretching and then running down my
thighs; I also caught a strong whiff that emerged from my vagina, which
made me salivate instantly; there was a musky warmth to the smell, very raw
in its nature, almost primitive; and it had a very powerful reaction on me;
it made me dizzy and fluttery. It created a hunger, a strange hunger in my
depths, almost as if I had to feed. But feed on what?? I would have to
find the answer later.
As I kept examining my vagina, I also noticed my clitoris. I knew it was my
clitoris because of descriptions I had heard of it in school. This was the
first time that I was actually seeing mine; I noticed it had the same
reaction as my nipples; it was standing alive and it was peaking out of a
sheath of skin at the top of my vagina. It looked like a little pearl
shinning on a very wet clam. My entire vagina had an angry-pink look to
it, like if it was burning from the inside. Lost in my own little world
examining myself, I decided to feel my clitoris. As soon as I touched it,
I couldn't help but to moan out loud. I felt an electric charge course
through my entire body.
I didn't understand at the time, nor did I know anything about
masturbation, but I kept rubbing my clit as it continued to shock my
body. Doing this was slowly calming the glowing and itching in my vagina.
I spent the next fifteen minutes, in front of the mirror playing with
myself. The only sound in the bathroom was the squishy noise of my fingers
in my hole. Hypnotized by my own reflection, fogged by the musky aroma
that surrounded me, and the rhythmic sound of my pussy while masturbating,
I slowly drifted into unconsciousness, and I had my first orgasm. I must
have been unconscious for about an hour. At least that is how I felt when I
woke up. As I slowly recovered, I noticed how exhausted I felt; there was
calm and peace throughout my body, and an unmistakable feeling of
serenity. Gradually recovering the clarity of my vision, I also noticed
that my nipples were back to normal, and my clitoris was hiding under its
sheath. Slowly I brought my foot down from the wall and stood up; my knees
were somewhat weak, but I managed to make my way into my bedroom.
I had just had my first orgasm, and it was a humbling and extraordinary
experience; it felt almost like if I was rewarding my body after a long day
of hard work, hard work staring and lusting after all those gorgeous sweaty
thighs, asses, and pussies.
Laying in bed, almost fully recovered from my first orgasm, I noticed there
was still something in me; that feeling of hunger that never seemed to go
away, that desire to feed....inexplicable and uncertain..Would I ever find
out what was my body pleading for? Cramming and trying to solve the pieces
to the greatest puzzle, once again the images started pouring in....All
those girl!! Ohhh goodness, so many of them!! All those shapely bodies,
those feminine hips, silky long legs...those butt cheeks and crotches...'I
wonder how they smell!!'... Would they have that same primitive musk that
I experienced earlier as I masturbated???...."Oh my God Edna, you are
sick!! Stop having those thoughts!!!!" I noticed that I had been
salivating, and my clitoris again was rock hard as well as my nipples. That
warm feeling of hunger was now burning in the depths of my stomach. It was
an unbearable and helpless feeling; I knew it wouldn't let me sleep; so
slowly I removed my panties and brought my hand to my wet vagina and
started masturbating until I passed out and fell asleep.
That night I had a very strange and mysterious dream... I was sitting on
the benches in my high school gym, but it was empty. I felt very sad and
confused in my dream; I had a feeling of desperation and uncertainty,
despair; I was agonizing emotionally; tears ran down my cheeks, and I
started sobbing and then crying, crying uncontrollably. I felt like I was
loosing my breath and I started hyperventilating; it was a horrible
feeling, I felt like I was dying slowly, and I couldn't do anything about
it. Then somebody gently patted my right shoulder, and all of a sudden I
regained my breath and strength and looked up. Through the blur and haze
of tears I managed to make out a female silhouette. Who was this mysterious
figure?? She had long blonde hair that reached to her shoulders; it had an
almost cherubic nature to it. Her lines flowed beautifully and naturally;
there was a calmness about her that made me feel at ease, even though she
was a stranger to me.
As my vision slowly cleared and I could see her better, I immediately
recognized something familiar; she was wearing the uniform for the girl's
volleyball team. Her white T-shirt had the number 3 imprinted in red, and
it was cut short just bellow her ribcage, exposing her perfectly tanned and
smooth stomach. I could see some perspiration glistening in her exposed
skin. As I directed my vision to her shorts, I noticed how drenched they
appeared to be, especially in the area where her thighs met with her
crotch. The legs of her micro-shorts seemed to be straining against her
well rounded and sculpted thighs, and their crotch was wedged between her
vaginal lips. This produced an almost translucent outline of her genitals.
I noticed that her lips appeared very puffy and swollen almost as if they
were pouting; at the very top where the lips came together, there was the
outline of her clit trying to peak through, it seemed very erect and very
alive. It seemed to pulse at its own will. As I slowly swallowed things
in, my vision became clearer. By know I could see every nook and cranny of
this mysterious girl's body. Her calves were fantastic and extremely
shapely, and her thighs were so well rounded that they seemed to come
together even before they met at her crotch. Her body was perspiring as if
she had just finished some extrenuating physical activity. As I looked at
her face again in an attempt to uncover my mysterious girl, I noticed it
was still blurry to me. Everything else seemed so clear except for her
face. I started having that feeling of desperation once again, and I was
getting extremely anxious......
"Who are y..........????, she placed the palm of her hand to my lips before
I could finish the question... I noticed how warm and moist they felt on my
lips.... "shhhhhhhhh sweetie....that is not important..." she whispered.
Her voice seemed musical and very subtle; Was she communicating
telepathically? I felt her moist fingers caressing my cheeks in a very
loving and almost motherly way, they felt very soft and comforting.
"Baby...you don't have to hurt anymore.....I am here to make it all go
away... I will set you free...." As she whispered this to me, I felt an
indescribable joy; it was almost as if she turned a switch on, and every
beautiful emotion I had ever known came to surface; I felt a happiness that
filled my entire soul. I started crying uncontrollably once again, but
this time I was crying of joy and happiness. "Shhhhh...baby don't cry...I
promise you won't have to suffer anymore....." Her angelic voice was very
suiting and comforting.
Her fingers caressing my face felt wonderful. I didn't want her to stop. I
closed my eyes and tried to absorb the moment.
I felt some movement and as I opened my eyes, I noticed she was
repositioning herself directly in front of me. Her movements were very
slow and poetic; I thought she was gliding. She seemed to move in slow
motion.
As she stood directly in front of me, I noticed how close her crotch was to
my face. The shorts outlined her vagina deliciously. It was so wet that I
could see droplets of sweat over the shorts on her crotch.
As I stared in a trance, I felt her fingers move from my face to my hair;
they started massaging my scalp rhythmically... I was being hypnotized,
but somehow I was willingly accepting it.
It felt so good to have her caress me like this that I just surrendered to
her. I heard myself whisper "Please guide me...I am so confused...show me
the way...." Very slowly she started to inch her waist even closer to my
face, as she got close enough, she started to raise her right thigh above
my right shoulder. I felt a warmth starting to surround me....towering
over me, she placed her right foot on the bench that was directly above the
one that I was sitting on. Everything was moving so slow and I just
couldn't react. Her crotch was now directly over my face; there was an
incredible heat emanating from it, almost like a furnace...her thigh was
now making contact with my left cheek, it was slick with sweat and very
warm.
The warmth that encompassed me was very comforting, almost inviting; it
made me feel protected. I needed to be protected; I needed compassion and
understanding; I needed to feel loved and taken care of....somehow I was
feeling that way now; it was amazing.
Once again I felt her fingers on my scalp, but this time they were on the
back of my head...there was a pressure, a very subtle pressure; she was
pushing my head forward; almost like a mother trying to comfort a
child...she was pushing my head into her damp crotch..
"What are you d....Uhhhhhhh...." I moaned lightly, as my nose first made
contact with her crotch....I was in a haze..."mmmmhmmmmm"... It was an
indescribable feeling; her vagina felt so hot through the shorts. I
couldn't explain, but it felt delicious. It just felt right.
She continued to push and wedge my nose deeper into her lips, until my lips
made full contact with her crotch and my face was completely smothered. It
felt beautiful; there was a feeling of fulfillment in my heart; I was
overjoyed, what an awesome feeling... I felt that I had finally found my
niche; I had found were I belonged..I felt very secure and at ease, it was
a pleasant and gratifying feeling. I was overjoyed and overflowing with
emotions; I started crying again, but my sobbing was muffled by her crotch
on my face.
As she kept my face tightly pressed to her I could hear her musical
whispering in the background..."shhhhh....don't cry anymore baby... just
CHERISH THE MOMENT"....
"CHERISH THE MOMENT..."...."CHERISH THE MOMENT"......"CHERISH the mohhh"
And that is when I woke up. As I looked at the clock on my nightstand, I
noticed it was 4:37AM...I had been sleeping for a good while. I was
flushed and my body was drenched with cold sweat.
"What a dream!!!" I thought....
I stood to head towards the bathroom, and as I gave my first step my knees
gave in, and I fell to the floor; luckily my carpet was very lush and well
cushioned, so I didn't harm myself. I got up again and carefully made my
way to the sink where I could sustain myself. I looked at myself in the
mirror; my eyes were dilated and my forehead still had some perspiration
residues. What did this dream mean? It was so strange, yet so vivid and
real, so powerful; there had to be a meaning to it....I felt like it was
trying to tell me something.... Deep inside of me I felt that it held the
key to everything, even my happiness....but how....What did I have to do?
As I felt strong enough to stand without support, I washed my face
thoroughly with cold water.
I needed to be awake; I needed to analyze things....
"Think Edna.....think...what to do...what to do....."
I felt lost and helpless; I had to find out what this dream could possibly
mean. I knew I couldn't describe such dream to my parents...much less tell
them that I thought somehow this dream was the key to my happiness; they
themselves would've put the strain-jacket on me and sent me off to the mad
house....
Who could I trust to help me analyze my dream; without judging me, without
making me feel weird and uncomfortable....
My choices were narrowed down to Megan and Lisa. I figured they were my
only hope; they were young and they were my best friends.
I knew that they wouldn't flip out, or at least I thought so. 'What if
they did?...I will be so embarrassed!!'.... As I analyzed the situation
thoroughly, I thought it would be a better idea to share this with just one
of the two....not because I didn't trust either one, but because I felt it
would produce better results to confide with an individual as opposed to a
crowd. That way I could really get into details without being extra
embarrassed.
Lisa and Megan were the coolest and cutest friends in the world....They
loved to play and joke around, and they had an incredible sense of
humor....yet out of the two Megan always seemed to be the one that
understood that there was a time to be serious; this was something that I
truly admired. She always came across as the more mature of the two.
I felt that if anybody, she would be the one that would take me seriously
and help me analyze my situation.
"So Megan it is!!!"....
I felt excited about the prospects of discussing my condition with one of
my best friends...I felt something good would come out of it....
As I went back to my bedroom...I looked at the clock and it said 5:30AM..
"Oh goodness, I have to wake up in two and a half hours...."
I tucked myself in and went to bed, ecstatic about what the day held for me
later.